Literature
Happily ever after
It was a beautiful morning in Crystal Tokyo; the sun a brilliant golden gem in the velvet blue of the sky, birds singing joyfully and flowers blooming everywhere, their wonderful scent filling the air. The day was perfect.
For all Peach could care the sky could been green. Hurrying down the path to the inner gardens of the palace, she has no time to listen to the thrilling sounds of the birds or smell the fragrant flowers surrounding the walkway. Her head seemed to be filled with white noise, and in her belly a million butterflies were fluttering around, bumping into each other and tickling the inside of her stomach. Sh